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- Speed of Light
- Writing Levels
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
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Finn was hiding behind a blanket now, his skin pale. "That
story was creepy - I don't like it."
"The FateGuard faced many terrors in their time," the
Grandmother answered, turning over the page. Firelight
shone on the drawing of a hillside, where a diabolical,
twisted cross was mounted. The children could just make
out the sketch of Ferrick the Werewolf circling it, chased
by witches.
"Did Derek go after Arcanium? The mage who killed his
parents?" Helga asked.
"And did they find Kael?" Finn called from under the
blanket.
"That's for another story, dears. The Wounded Hand would
be enemies with the FateGuard for a very long time. Their paths would cross on many adventures."
"I didn't want the Twins to die!" Finn started sobbing and Helga had to put her arm around him. The two
children snuggled up at the leg of their grandmother's chair, and with a wrinkled hand she ruffled their
hair.
"I know, child." Her own eyes became sad with memories. "We lost many good friends along the way.
Those were hard times, back then. But the FateGuard fought so we wouldn't have to. That's why your
parents go to the Vigil each year - to thank their spirits. To honour their sacrifices."
Helga hugged her brother until he dried his tears. The fire crackled and the wind made whistle-chorus
in the night. It was a few moments before the grandmother smiled and turned to the next page of the
book. "Now..." she said. "...who wants to know what Malwin was up to all this time?"
The children looked up, then at each other. "MALWIN?"
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Finn was hiding behind a blanket now, his skin pale. "That
story was creepy - I don't like it."
"The FateGuard faced many terrors in their time," the
Grandmother answered, turning over the page. Firelight
shone on the drawing of a hillside, where a diabolical,
twisted cross was mounted. The children could just make
out the sketch of Ferrick the Werewolf circling it, chased
by witches.
"Did Derek go after Arcanium? The mage who killed his
parents?" Helga asked.
"And did they find Kael?" Finn called from under the
blanket.
"That's for another story, dears. The Wounded Hand would
be enemies with the FateGuard for a very long time. Their paths would cross on many adventures."
"I didn't want the Twins to die!" Finn started sobbing and Helga had to put her arm around him. The two
children snuggled up at the leg of their grandmother's chair, and with a wrinkled hand she ruffled their
hair.
"I know, child." Her own eyes became sad with memories. "We lost many good friends along the way.
Those were hard times, back then. But the FateGuard fought so we wouldn't have to. That's why your
parents go to the Vigil each year - to thank their spirits. To honour their sacrifices."
Helga hugged her brother until he dried his tears. The fire crackled and the wind made whistle-chorus
in the night. It was a few moments before the grandmother smiled and turned to the next page of the
book. "Now..." she said. "...who wants to know what Malwin was up to all this time?"
The children looked up, then at each other. "MALWIN?"
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